For four years Stoke is a slave at the Hacieda of El Baron deep in the Bolvian jungle. Every day he toils in the heat in the quarries breaking stone or hauling ore in the mine. There are no women on the huge estate and the baron, his henchmen and the guards sate their lust on the slaves, Stoke, a muscular
handsome man in particular. His regular floggings draw a big audience of aroused guards who vie
with one another to see who can fuck his beautiful arse hardest and longest during the ensuing gang-rapes. Stoke is frequently tortured and beaten for the sadistic amusement of the baron and his
henchmen. At night he is passed around the guards dormitories for their gratification.
Stoke was highly prized by El Baron, as he was a great guy to play with. His tool was thick and heavy, and unlike most men, who are difficult and laborious to wank, Stoke had a cock which was instantly responsive in a man's hand. El Baron loved the way it would start oozing pre-cum after one or two smooth, slow jacks. He would spend a whole night with him, playing with his cock, bringing him to the edge, then lifting his hand away. Forty or fifty times, he would work Stoke up until his belly sucked in, his thighs trembled and his pelvis jutted forward. Pleading for ejaculation. `Oh please master, bring me off`. El Baron felt the tell-tale vein on the underside of Stoke's cock swell, and he would stop. Laugh as Stoke groaned, moaned, pleaded, shuddered, dribbled out more pre-cum and, eventually begged. That's what El Baron liked. This big man, still undeniably an alpha male despite his enslavement, reduced to begging, begging another man to play with his cock for a few seconds more
ReplyDeletebut El Baron would not. Stoke would be handcuffed behind his back and chained to a wall, so he could not frot himself to a climax. A night of cum denial was a prelude for the next night, the big night. It would start again. Hours of it. Except that tonight El Baron would reward himself with a climax. He would take Stoke just a little bit further. After the previous night his balls were packed with spunk. Just one or two jacks more, and Stoke's gonads would finish the job. He would still take his hand away, denying Stoke the pleasure of a full hand-job, but would watch as Stoke shot a hands-free geyser of spunk, painfully, judderingly, into the air and down his cock in nine or ten spurts. `Please sir, finish me off` Stoke would beg, but El Baron didn't want that. He would stand up over him, unzip his pants and force Stoke to suck him off. Then smash him across the face when his mouth was full of thick Latin cum
he had it all on several cameras round the room. The new drugs gang found them of course. And realised what they'd lost. A strong guy who was fantastic to play with, to torture and to punish. An alert was sent out across the network, offering all gang members a reward for finding `El Capitan Stoke`